Date: Mon, 03 Feb 2020 22:14:46 +0000
From: perseuswrites <perseuswrites@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Glory Days - Chapter 2

Thank you for the feedback from my first chapter. It is really appreciated
and will help me write better chapters as the story develops. I have a plot
in mind for the series but it is certainly open to change and to ideas.

I was inspired to write by one of my favorite authors on here,
Phoenix. This chapter is a homage to my favorite chapter (5, if you're
wondering) of my favorite story of theirs; "My Boyfriend and My Two
Dads". If you haven't already, and I am sure most of you have, please check
it out and support Phoenix. They are an incredible writer and the way he
weaves his characters in and out like a cinematic universe is amazing.

You may notice his influence. For example, the story being told from
different perspectives, although I am sticking to each chapter alternative
through the lead characters. The narrator of each should, hopefully, be
apparent.

I welcome constructive criticism or any other feedback you want to
give. (perseuswrites@protonmail.com)


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Chapter 2 - Reflections

We continued to kiss over the wooden dining table in our kitchen as we
heard the front door slam. I pulled my husband around from his side into a
tight embrace and broke our kiss.

	"You heard the boy, let's be done by time he gets back," I growled
into his ear.

	"How long do you reckon he will be, Edoardo?" replied Damon. It was
actually one Damon Ricci that was half-Italian despite his pet name for
me. My English parents were just about imaginative enough to separate me
from the abundance of Edwards by keeping it short and sweet. Eddie Cook, no
messing about.

	"I think we both know he's gone to that park so I guess it just
depends on how lucky he gets," I said and paused for a moment. "You do
tease him, you know, threatening to come along on his walk like that!"

	"You know they're just empty threats! I just love how slick he
thinks he is acting all casual," Damon said with a smirk.

Like most kids growing up, Jake thought he played things a lot cooler than
he really did. He would tell little white lies that he must have been so
proud of himself for getting by us. Like most parents, we never let on that
we knew he was trying to bullshit us. Of course, we know you didn't knock
over a glass of milk onto your bedsheets, Jake, unless you also keep
spilling it into all your underwear too. Of course, we know your knees
aren't red because you tripped on the way home from school, Jake, unless
there's a carpeted sidewalk somewhere to get those rug-burn marks. And, of
course, we know you aren't going for a walk to get a bit of fresh air,
Jake! Every gay man within a 20-mile radius knows about that glory
hole. Heck, every straight man who just wants good head for a change knows
about that glory hole! We had frequented that spot plenty of times before
and after having Jake and God knows it's a fucking good glory hole. The
vantage points, the security, the footfall. Its just too good an
opportunity to pass up. It is such a rarity nowadays. I think we all dread
the day that it disappears.

White lies didn't matter to us. His safety did, obviously, but we've never
feared for it. He may be na‹ve when it comes to trying to sneak one past
us, but he is surprisingly street smart. We had the sex talk pretty early
on. In fact, as soon as it became apparent that he had discovered wanking
and was doing it left, right and centre. Yes, even at school which we
quickly found out thanks to an incredibly understanding - and gorgeous - Mr
Clarkson at his Final Grade parents evening. He knew about stranger
danger. We were confident that he knew what he was doing.

	"So," I said, refocusing my attention to our semi-hard cocks
pressed against each other through our briefs, "what are we going to do
about these?"

	"You promised to keep my lips busy stud," Damon said, slowly moving
his hand down to my bulge as his soft lips pressed against mine. I moaned
into his mouth, my cock aching to be released. My hand groped his ass, and
what a fine ass my husband had. At 48 he had an ass most twinks would be
jealous of. We both worked out and his squats definitely paid off.

	"I need that hole, too, baby," I moaned. He broke our embrace.

	"How about I go upstairs and put on the jock that drives you wild,
Sir."

	"Oh fuck." It was almost a yell. He knew exactly how to please. He
has this unique ability to give my cock one squeeze and know just what it
needs. He glanced over his shoulder at me as he walked over to the stairs.

I cleared the kitchen table quickly, clumsily putting plates into a sink of
lukewarm water. It can wait. My cock can't. After five minutes of slapdash
attempts at cleaning, I couldn't wait any longer and made my way
upstairs. As I got to the landing, I looked down the long corridor which
had door after door leading to various bedrooms, studies and bathrooms. I
noticed my husband in the jock as promised, but he was lingering at Jake's
door, looking into his empty bedroom. I made my way towards him staring at
that perfect globe of a butt perfectly framed by the thick black straps of
my favourite underwear of his. It wasn't a particularly fancy piece of
underwear. But no other jock in our quite extensive collection made his ass
look this delicious. I placed my hand on his shoulder as I arrived at the
door and he jerked slightly as he came back to this world.

	"What did I lose you to?" I asked, genuinely unsure.

	"Oh sorry," he sighed. "I was on the way to the bathroom to get the
lube and it just hit me... he's grown up so fast. 18, already. Where has
the time gone?"

	"I know, babe," I said as my fingers trailed down his spine. "We've
done a pretty good fucking job though if you ask me. I might not be
impartial here but we have ourselves a gorgeous, respectful boy. He's never
caused us even a hint of a problem. Who would have thought that it would
have been so... easy?"

We always knew we wanted a child but the timing was up for debate
constantly. We had a very fun lifestyle and an amazing sex life. We weren't
exactly exhibitionists, but we loved the outdoors. We had a lot of land and
outdoor sex soon became a regular part of our repertoire. And then public
sex in general. The risk. The thrill. Nothing could beat it for us. There
wasn't a room in this house we hadn't fucked in. If you named a public
place, we've probably fucked there too. The park with the amazing glory
hole? Check. The train on the way to our first meeting with our surrogate?
Check. The swimming pool changing rooms? Fuck yes.

We needn't have worried though. We didn't want to be old parents and
thought the sooner we started to plan the better. What if our first
surrogate fell through? These things take time. Except, for us, things fell
into place almost perfectly. We loved our first surrogate. We could afford
the procedures. She didn't back out. Before we knew it, we were bringing
home our bundle of joy. Our Jake.

Sure, our sex life took a hit at first. It wasn't long before it was back
on track though. And we discovered a whole new host of places to have our
fun. A classroom during the interval of a nativity play? Check. In our tiny
tent on our first family holiday camping under the stars? Check. On the
back row of the cinema at a screening of Wall-E? Fuck yes!

Maybe it had been easy because it was just the three of us. Getting on like
a house on fire. We knew we only ever wanted one kid and we devoted all our
love and attention on him. We were surprised when he came out to us but a
part of me was relieved. The gay stuff we could teach him about. Vaginas?
Not really our area of expertise. And that's exactly what we did. We taught
him to be confident but respectful. To not be ashamed of the gorgeous body
that one of us must have gifted to him. And most importantly, to not be
scared of coming to speak to us about anything. That was one of the things
I struggled with most before we brought him home. The thought of coming
home one evening to a son that was struggling so much inside but couldn't
approach us, couldn't tell us what was wrong. I was determined to never be
those parents. To never be the ones that cause our child's downfall. It
certainly paid off. There was nothing we wouldn't tackle, together, as a
family.

Sure, some things could still certainly be awkward but that wasn't his
fault. A growing boy has questions and we had the answers. Telling him
places he probably shouldn't cum ("use your undies if you can, son, it will
stain the carpet"), or how to clean out his first Fleshlight properly
("look, you have to really get in there and make sure it is all washed
away, hand it over and I'll show you"). Our personal favourite was when he
discovered experimenting shortly after he came out. A timid 14-year-old
Jake asking us whether sperm was poisonous because he had got some in his
mouth. ("Fuck me," I remember thinking, "this is why they need proper sex
ed!")

Damon and I stood there in the doorway reminiscing. God knows how much time
had passed. My hand slowly fondling my husband's buttocks as we talk,
staring into that empty and, it has to be said, impeccably clean bedroom.

	"I think we've done pretty well for first timers, you know," Damon
mused. "Having to give up our playroom too! What a big ask that was."

	"Hey, you transformed that playroom into this bedroom
effortlessly," I said as I moved my finger to his hole, pushing against it
gently. I nuzzled into his neck as he moaned. "You would never know the
copious amount of spunk shed in this room looking at it now."

	"Dirty Daddy," he purred, biting his lip and reaching back to my
cock. "Let's face it, there's been plenty more shed in here since too."

	"How about we add one more," I said, getting more aggressive and
pushing my cock between his crack so he could feel it twitch through the
fabric of my briefs. "We fucked in here a ton before, why not one more for
old times sake?"

	"Oh, fuck yes sir." I knew I had him hooked as soon as that moan
escaped his lips. I pushed him over towards Jake's bed and closed the
door. He climbed onto the bed, pushing his ass into the air and laying his
face down. Presenting. I peeled off my briefs and quickly tossed them to
one side. They were barely containing my throbbing 8-inch prick anyway. I
got onto my knees next to the bed and lowered my face towards my husbands
winking hole. I could feel the heat against my face. That hole was going to
be devoured. My tongue started probing, flicking, sinking into him.

	"Oh God, sir," he moaned as he pawed at his cock through his
jock. His hole was twitching. He needed fucking. He was aching for my dick.

	"Tell me what you need, you filthy fucker," I barked at him.

	"Your big fat daddy dick, sir."

I spat on his hole as I got up off my knees. I turned him around and pushed
his face into our son's pillows. I climbed onto the Queen-size bed behind
him. I pressed the head of my cock against his hole and with one thrust I
was half way inside him.

	"OH FUCK," he roared as I slowly pulled out before forcing it back
in, half an inch more than before. Repeating the rough stab and slow pull
out until my balls were slapping against his ass and I was all the way
inside him.

	"You like my fucking master cock don't you, boy," I growled as I
rhythmically pounded into him.

	"Yes, sir, please don't stop fucking me." His pre-cum had begun
seeping through his jock and was leaking onto the sheets below. His hand
slid inside his jock and I forced my cock all the way into him, my hand
gripping the back of his neck.

	"NO. You do not touch your dick until I tell you to, do you
understand?"

	"Yes, sir," he moaned, taking his hand out quickly.

I quickened my pace, grabbing a fist full of his hair as I did. My dick
twitched in his hole and I could feel the cum rising in my balls. I pulled
out and my husband sighed, not wanting it to end. I turned him over onto
his back. I wanted to see his face as I bred him. I lowered his jock to
below his balls and stroked his cock as I thrust into him once more. We
both heard the front door to the house and close open.

	"Oh fuck, looks like our boy is back," I said, slowing my pace but
not stopping. I needed to think of our next move. There was no way we were
stopping now.

	"I'm back, Dads!" we heard Jake yell from the hallway downstairs.

	"We're... uhh... just upstairs... uhh... not quite
finished... uhh... don't come up just yet," I called back, panting and
thrusting into his Dad in the same rhythm as my cadence. He was moaning
like a bitch in heat. Despite my response, we heard footsteps on the
stairs.

	"It's ok, I'm just going to be in the study," he said as he
climbed. Fuck. Sure, that would usually be ok. The study is at the opposite
end of the corridor to our bedroom. But here we were, fucking ourselves
into a sweat in Jake's bedroom. The same bedroom that shared a wall with
that study.

	"Ok son... uhh... just stay in there then," I said trying only
barely to cover my grunts. I slid the entire length of my cock inside my
husband and lowered my body till my face loomed over his. "You're going to
have to cum quietly, boy, can you do that?"

He bit his bottom lip and his eyebrows lowered. A very slight shake of his
head. We both knew he couldn't. He was a moaner. A beggar. There was no way
he could keep quiet. Fuck. As I moved my body back, he raised his hands to
my nipples, sweat dripping down my hair-covered chest. He was going to
unleash the beast playing with my sensitive nipples. I glanced down and the
look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing.

As I looked to the right of him, I spotted some balled-up black underwear
just tucked slightly under the pillow where my husband's head rested. Is
that where I flung mine earlier? It'll do. I needed to gag him and stifle
those moans somehow. He really is the loudest cummer I've fucked. I reached
out and grabbed it. It was then I noticed a large load of cum resting
within them. My thumb touched the spunk. Not overly warm but still quite
fresh. It was probably blown an hour or two ago.

Oh fuck, this isn't where my briefs landed. They must have been
Jake's. Presumably from a birthday morning glory before breakfast. I looked
around quickly. I had no other option.

I continued gently thrusting into my husband as I placed my left hand over
his eyes and raised the cum-covered briefs tentatively over his face, the
load face down. I leant down to his ear.

	"I've got some underwear. It is going in your mouth. You will bite
down on it so you don't scream when you cum. Do you understand?" I
whispered, as a glob of cum was starting to slowly hang off the briefs. My
husband nodded, my hand still covering his eyes.

	"Open your mouth, baby, and stick out your tongue." He obeyed. I
got as close to his ear as I possibly could to utter one last
thing. "They're Jake's. He slept in them. Is that ok, baby?"

He paused. This was new territory. I heard his hard cock slap against his
belly as it twitched. "Yes, sir," he uttered. Good. It was our only choice
I kept telling myself. I raised my hand off his eyes. His eyes regained
focus on the underwear just as the first glob of Jake's thick spunk dropped
onto his tongue. His eyes darted to meet mine and they widened. There was
no going back. I shoved the briefs in his hungry mouth and began pounding
his smooth hole. I bit my lip and stifled a moan. His eyes rolled back and
I heard the eager sucking sounds only interrupted by grunts. I knew he was
close and suddenly I felt his hole clench around my cock. Spurt after spurt
erupted from his 7-inch, thick piece covering his smooth, toned stomach and
dripping down the sides of his body onto the bed.

I continued fucking him as his hole squeezed my cock, begging it to
unload. I was at the point of no return but, for the first time in a few
weeks, I didn't want to breed my man. I withdrew my cock and thrust it
towards his face. My balls had prepared the biggest load I've shot in
years. Rope after rope of thick white cum covered my man's face, the first
hitting the headboard, but the second two catching him straight down from
his forehead to his chin. Jake's briefs, hanging out of his mouth, getting
coated with their second load of the day. His pillows absorbing the last
few shots. Damon lay back in awe, his face plastered with my sperm.

I slowly pulled the briefs out of his mouth and he immediately pulled me
down for a kiss. It was sloppy and wet as we passed the familiar taste of
my own seed back and forth. I pulled my head back and smiled down at
him. He shook his head.

	"Dirty Daddy," he said once more, breaking into a smile.

***

We decided to have a late lunch. I prepared an assortment of sandwiches and
a salad. Nothing too heavy. I called Damon and Jake to the kitchen and we
all settled.

	"How was your walk, son?" I asked Jake as he heaped some salad onto
his plate.

	"It was, err, refreshing, I guess?"

	"Glad to hear it. Did you manage to decide what you want to do for
your birthday tonight?"

	"I think I just want to stay in with you guys. I've got the party
at the club on Saturday, I kind of think that's enough. You'll be coming,
won't you?"

	"We were going to make sure you got there safe and maybe come for a
few drinks, but we don't want to overstay our welcome. It's your 18th
birthday party after all, you only get one," Damon responded.

	"Stay for as long as you like, how could you not be there? You need
to show me the ropes after all!"

	"There's really not much to teach when it comes to clubbing
son. Just don't let your drinks out of your sight and have fun, that's all
there is to it," I said with my mouth half full.

	"I guess so. I mean it though; I want you there as long as
possible."

	"We wouldn't miss it for anything," said Damon.

I noticed my husband hadn't really eaten much. He had a pensive look on his
face and I could tell something was on his mind.

	"Is everything okay, love?" I asked. "You've only had two bites of
a sandwich." He looked up at me still in deep thought and then suddenly
smiled, as if he remembered where he was again.

	"I'm fine, babe," he insisted, "I'm just lost in thought. I'm not
really hungry."

I was concerned that what happened earlier was weighing on his mind. We
weren't mild in the bedroom, but that was a line that had never been
crossed. There really was no going back and I didn't want him to be
stressed. That line is in the past now. I wanted to ask him about it, but
with Jake here, his head bobbing back and forth between us as we speak like
he's watching a tennis match, it is going to be tricky. I tried to pick my
words carefully.

	"I understand, babe, maybe you shouldn't have had that pre-lunch
snack. Especially seeing as it was your first time trying it," I said. I
glanced over to Jake and he had a confused sort of look on his face, but he
didn't probe any further. He glanced over to Damon awaiting his response. I
leaned over to pick up another sandwich. Damon paused for a second and then
swallowed.

	"That wasn't my first time trying that snack," he said, trying his
best to sound matter-of-fact, but there was a slight tremble to his
voice. I looked up so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash.

	"What? You've had it before?" I asked rapidly. "When? How?"

	"Wow Dad, calm down," Jake said, "do we have to run all the food we
try before you, now?" I looked over to Jake and he was grinning, probably
hoping his gentle joke would settle me.

	"It's not that, I just thought it was a one-off that was all," I
said trying to regain composure.

	"Anyway," Jake said, pushing his chair back and standing, "I think
I'm going to go upstairs and have a nap. I'm not sure if you guys are
genuinely talking about food or whether this is a sex thing. Which is fine,
obviously, I don't mind you boys having sex as long as its in the house and
you use protection." His mock-parental tone made me and Damon laugh. My
husband stood to clear the table.

	"You'll need to make your bed, Jake, we decided to clean all the
bedding in every bedroom," he said, winking at me as he made his way to the
sink. It was absolutely true. After the amount of cum that was sprayed over
his sheets earlier, we thought it best to wash everything to avoid
suspicion.

	"Will do," he said as he walked out the room.

I swivelled in my chair to look at Damon as he began to wash up.

	"You have some explaining to do," I said with as stern a face as I
could muster. In the bedroom it was easy to be the domineering top. In
reality, when our cocks weren't the driving force, we were on equal
footing, and I would never speak down to him. He saw right through my
attempt at trying to be the boss and laughed.

	"I'll tell you everything tonight in bed. If you can handle
it... or if I can handle you."

	"Fine," I said, relenting. "I'm just glad we're all ok - and that
your pre-dinner snack didn't spoil your lunch!

	"It really didn't, I promise," he said walking over to me while
drying his hands. "It was delicious." He planted a kiss on my cheek. I
turned and looked him in the eye.

	"The lunch... or the snack?"

	"Both."

I didn't realise how hard my cock had gotten during the entire
conversation. I looked down and saw it stretching in my jeans, almost
trying to fight its way out. I was looking forward to my bedroom story.